[A new chapter of this long-form incest romance, carrying on the story of Thorfinn's love affair with his younger sister Aurora. This follows on directly from the previous chapter, where Aurora revealed her secret wish to be taken by force. There's more of a domination/submission dynamic in this chapter, leading up to the eventual fulfilment of her fantasy.
Be aware, this story features hardcore brother/sister incest, (loving) nonconsent/reluctance, rough sex and some pissing. Avoid if any of those themes trouble you.
Tags: Brother/Sister Incest, Nonconsent/Reluctance, Big Cock, Piss, Rough Sex, Domination/Submission
All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.]
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There had been a change in the atmosphere. A subtle tension hung in the air, in the silence between spoken words, in shared moments that had previously been innocent. Thorfinn found it both exciting and uncomfortable, this charged calm before the storm. He had a new power over his little sister, a power that grew stronger every day, a power built on lust and fear and anticipation. She was in his thrall like never before.
She'd granted him this power willingly. Now she had no way of taking it back.
Outwardly, life went on as normal, or as normal as it could be for a relationship like theirs. Thorfinn drove off to work in the mornings, battling his way through rain-lashed traffic as a very wet autumn settled itself over the city. Aurora filled her days with workouts and tennis training and as many photoshoots as her agency could land her, as she slowly but steadily built her profile as a model. Every evening, Thorfinn came home to her sweet smile, her soft greeting kisses on his lips, her slim strong body pressing against him in a welcoming embrace. Each time, he felt the same warm joy at the mere sight of her, and the same quiet ache of sadness that they had to hide their love.
But during those long, wearying working days, as he sat through interminable meetings with surveyors and subcontractors and irritable planning officers, his mind kept going back to that hushed conversation on the living room sofa. The shame in Aurora's pretty eyes when she told him that she wanted to be raped.
"Don't stop, no matter what I say, even if I cry. No safeword. Hurt me as much as you want."
Even the memory of those words sent blood surging to Thorfinn's cock. He was shocked, almost angry, at how much it turned him on. But he couldn't deny it. He'd secretly wondered what it would be like to force himself on her since their teenage years. Now she was giving him the ultimate free rein. She'd left it all up to him -- the time, the place, the level of violence and aggression, everything. That freedom was genuinely scary, because in truth he didn't know his own limits.
It was no use to remind himself that he loved her, that he would never hurt her. Hurting her was the whole point. Violence wasn't incidental to her fantasy; it was the very core of it.
He didn't have to go through with it. She might not want a safeword, but it would be the easiest thing in the world for him to simply say no. She couldn't force him to force her.
Except he wanted to. He drove home after work each day with a monstrous hard-on, imagining what it would be like. How beautiful Aurora would look, pinned down and terrified with her legs forced apart, pleading for mercy as she was violated over and over again. When she greeted him at the door, kissing him and asking about his day, he pictured how easy it would be to throw her down on the floor and take her right there and then. Would she struggle? Would she cry? God, it was sick and wrong, but the thought turned him on so much. Her fantasy was his as well. It had been, all along.
And she knew it, he could tell. Gradually, he noticed her attitude changing. It would have been imperceptible to anyone else, but to him it was clear as day. She was a little quieter, a little more watchful in his presence. Faintly nervous in a way she hadn't been before. During sex, she was more submissive than usual, more eager to please, as if she was trying to placate him. Even when he was totally gentle with her, there was a tension in her long limbs that never entirely went away.
She's scared, he realised one night, as he watched her drift to sleep in his arms. She knows it's going to happen, but she doesn't know when. Every time we're together, she thinks I'm finally about to do it.
He couldn't offer her any reassurance, either. It all rested on genuine surprise, a real act of lust and violence. Aurora was caught in a trap of her own making. There was nothing she could do but wait for her brother to spring it.
Thorfinn decided it would be fun to keep her waiting.
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The first time he truly tested (or, maybe, abused) his newfound power was one cool Thursday, a rare clear evening amid the relentless rain. Aurora had been out of the city for a couple of days, visiting their parents and fitting in a small photoshoot in the suburbs on her way back. She asked Thorfinn to meet her for an after-work workout at their local gym.
"I need to burn off the calories from Mom's cooking," she told him over the phone.
"Or we can fuck them away tonight?" Thorfinn suggested. "Best kind of training. Full-body." He'd been extremely horny waiting for her to return from the countryside. She'd sent him some wonderfully indecent photos of herself to tide him over, some of them -- wickedly -- taken in their childhood home, but he was eager for the real thing. He was sure she felt the same.
"I don't play tennis with my pussy," Aurora replied drily. "Got to work legs today. Maybe we can have some fun if I've got any energy left after."
"Take it easy, then, babe. Conserve energy. You don't want to give yourself an injury."
She gave a sweet, dirty laugh at that. "Your dick's more likely to injure me than anything at the gym."
After a nine-hour day at the office capped off by a lengthy drive home, Thorfinn was running on empty by the time he got to the gym. His workout was barely worthy of the name. He did a few perfunctory sets on the leg and shoulder press, gritting his teeth against the rising fatigue. After accepting he wasn't going to break any personal records today, he gave up on the machines and messed around with the free weights without any particular plan or purpose. He was more interested in watching his sister.
Aurora looked beyond gorgeous in her tight gym leggings and sluttish little sports bra, her dark-blonde hair tied up in a simple ponytail. She wasn't messing around with her routine today. She sank effortlessly into weighted lunges and set after set of unforgiving squats, her pace relentless yet somehow serene. She was mesmerising in motion, the elegant play of muscle in her thighs and calves, the sculpted lines of her abs, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin under the gym's strip lighting. Her sweet face was set in an expression of cool determination. She never put a foot wrong, holding her balance like a professional gymnast. It was the same confident physicality she showed on the tennis court.
